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Movin' On (Based on the play The Piano Lesson)


I am the start the middle and the end of my life... and life I hold.... A little girl who knows nothing of the blood, death, and ghosts that haunt our family. I must move on, all of that should be in my past, I must move on... But the history of my family... carved in one picture to the next...Mama Esther... Boy Charles... I must move on, all of that should be in my past, I must move on... My baby girl, Maretha, can go on and do everything I could never do... To teach and play the piano.. My brother.. even has a plan ...piano for land... Freedom over bondage.... I cut my shackles free, and let my chains drop... The sound of the train approaching sounds through my mind... I must move on, all of it is in my past, I am moving on...here)
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